23 November 2012

Mysterious

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The three great mysteries
Life, love and death
Compass all
Our little knowledge
Borne like jewels
Is no advantage
The sound of tiny hammers
Beating on golden anvils
Forged in the fragility of being
Ring like a single wavering note
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22 November 2012

A Little Blood

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A little blood – well, what did you expect?

Every birth is an act of violence

Life is bloody, beautiful and short

At night we lay us down to rest

In the morning we shed our dreams

And take our place on the treadmill

The dreadful work begins again

Bloody ankles and deadly smiles

Men fall as the leaves fall

Each whittled into nothing

Unseen hands wielding a final blade

They are enfolded in black wings

And ferried across dark waters

Out into the nevermore

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11 November 2012

Leave a light

Window

Leave a light on

Guide me home

To where the people are

Where they live and breathe

While they slowly die

In this republic of suffering

There are no kings – only beggars

Who remain forever missing

Not dead but disappeared

To exact no comfort

In the still of night

In the darkness of day

Bestowing little mercy

On the dead and dying

Or the bereaved remaining

Left to linger a little while

In the certain knowledge

They too shall receive their last breath

Somewhere in the by and by

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